Outcast Wife Novels & Stories

I turned my head, my eyes lingering on the entrance - he wasn't back yet. "What's so good about being married, when you can't even bear a child." I feigned a hurt look, staring at the other lady with ginger red hair. Her blue eyes were filled with venemous jealousy. Her words once again turned the crowd's attention back to me. " Hmmm, it's better than being kept as a breeder. And at least, i have somewhere to call a home." She shook, almost falling forward. Then she raised her head, throwing me a nasty look - I matched hers with a double measure of nonchalance. What's the point of breeding when you're an outcast in your in-laws family?.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his head in my neck, inhaling deeply. “Can’t you stay home today?” He groaned. I picked up my lipstick and applied it carefully. I chuckled. “No,” I said, capping the lipstick. “You should also step out.” “I can run my businesses from home,”he said. “I am Tristan Castillo.” Such a snob. “Oh please,” I sneered. “Not everyone is Tristan Castillo.” “You’re his wife.” “Yeah, sure…” I replied. “But I also have a life outside. And if I don’t step out now, Ananya would probably send a patrol team looking for me.”

Bruce leaned back on the sofa, feigning ignorance as he replied, “I’m here to meet your wife. Why didn’t you tell us you got married? Why would you hide something so important from your own family?” Preston undid his tie expressionlessly before his gaze landed on the stairs. “Did you meet her, then?” “No, your servant told me that you locked her up and denied her food because you find her too ugly to be out in public. I don’t have the keys to free her, so how would I meet her?” Bruce retorted. Preston's lips twisted viciously as he cast a harsh gaze at Bruce. “Who among the servants said that?” The passing servant almost tripped on her own feet when she heard that.

My step mother Lucy spat angrily "Let your daughter me useful and marry him okay"I replied back "Don't you dare talk back you filthy tramp "She said and slapped me . *That's how it is , that's how it has always been.I'm the outcast .At some point in my life ,I thought things could change.I thought I could live a good life.That my future will be bright.But the only hope I had hurt me.Kingston Ashford,he hurt me.Now he wants to marry me ? To make my life a living hell or what..

He scolded, "Jared, stop pretending! You left your position as acting president to hang out with a beauty overseas. Do you think you can hide it?" "Hide?" Jared’s eyes were filled with darkness. "I don’t need to hide the things that I want to do from anyone." The pressure in the office dropped sharply due to his cold words. Murphy’s expression changed slightly. He wanted to speak further. But Castor gave him a look to shut him up. Castor then smiled cunningly as he said, "Jared, you’re a different person ever since you came back from overseas." They were overwhelmed by Castor’s attitude. Jared’s courage came out from nowhere.

“Until I stopped letting him steal my money? Until I stopped being convenient?” “You were nothing!” Spittle flew from her mouth. “A pathetic little orphan playing dress-up in a life you didn’t deserve. Adrian was mine! He’s always been mine!” She seemed borderline crazy,as if she were on the verge of losing it. Just how obsessed were they with having control over my life?. A crowd was forming. I recognized people from Vale Company. From other buildings. All watching. Recording. Good. Let them see. “ he was yours?” I said quietly, “Why did he propose to me?”

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.

Giovanni smirked, curling his arm around the woman. Her heart tumbled in her chest. Her head snapped at her husband. Her hand began to tremble over the back of his fist. She withdrew it away, looking at him with big glassy eyes, "He's my husband," She said. Her voice wasn't trembling, it was clear and echoed in the hall. Elizabeth waved her hand in dismay, " You're just a thing in exchange for the debt we gave to your family. She will be his second wife. You're just an outcast thing," She frowned, making her wrinkled skin more wrinkled.

"I'm done being your scapegoat wife and begging you to give me my legs back. I've done nothing wrong and yet I'm treated this way." "I am your lawfully wedded wife, goddammit! But I am the one treated like the other woman. I refuse to live like this." Jasmine sobbed indignantly. The audience was taken aback by her outburst, including Vince. He amazedly gawked at Jasmine, watching as she pulled herself up as much as she could before she said.

“What in the world happened here? Who dares to beat someone else up in the Whitecastle family’s territory?” She turned to look straight at me. When I met her shocked gaze, I sighed and struggled to get up. “You got here right on time, Vanessa! This involves our marriage arrangement. You have to give me an—” She slapped me before I could finish speaking. The sting of it rooted me to the spot. “Redmond Day, how dare you hit my husband? Do you have a death wish?” Looking at Josh, I laughed out of anger and disbelief. I pointed at Vanessa and said, “What gives him the right to call the shots here? Have you gone mad?”